Chapter 118

The heels of my shoes clicked against the floors of the entrance of the mall, a sound that got on my nerves with every step and not to talk about the tight skirt Dominic had forced me into that left little room for comfort or dignity. The fabric kept on clinging to my skin. Beside him, Sylvia clung to his arm with her whiny voice filling the air. “Do we really have to bring “her” along?” Sylvia complained, throwing a pointed glare in my direction. Dominic, disguised as Ardan, didn’t spare her a glance. “She stays,” he said abruptly with his tone leaving no room for argument. Sylvia huffed, stomping her feet in protest. “Fine. But don’t expect me to enjoy this.” I didn’t hide my lack of interest in their shopping excursion either. The thought of spending hours trailing after them while they indulged in trivial luxuries was nauseating. But Dominic noticed my quiet displeasure, and his grip on my wrist tightened ever so slightly as if to remind me who was in control. “Let’s go,” he ordere